Sugar and Spice

Don't want it. What's this honey? Candy? Snack? Don't want it. Where's mommy? Where's daddy? Look! A bus! A airplane! Touch it! No, don't want it! Owie, hurt. More please. Don't want it. Open. Help. Outside. Don't want it. Mine! Woobi! Mine! Wassie! Mine! Max! Mine. What's this honey? Daddies! Owie! Here you go. Sip? Don't want it. Here you go. What's this honey? Mine people. No Jackie! Sissy's turn. Don't want it.

The daily ramblings and thoughts of my (almost) two year old. He also sings, but I have no idea how to even begin to write his tune/language when he sings. He is a perfect example of sugar and spice. He can turn from sugar to spice in minus two seconds. When he is sweet, he is the sweetest, most adorable, gentle, loving, and generous child. When he is hot, let's just say he is HOT! Never the less, he is my baby. When he is sick, he needs his mommies arms, his wassie (pacifier), his woobie (blanket) in one hand, and Max (his teddy bear) in the other. The same goes when ever he takes a nap, goes to bed at night, or even leaves the house. If you are laying on the couch, he will cuddle up right next to you, and lay his head on your chest or shoulder. He squeezes you so tight every morning, and exclaims "Hi!" as soon as you walk into the room. His version of "I'm sorry" to his brother or sister is in the form of a hug and kiss. He thinks that it is gross when Jackie licks his toes, and immediately wants them washed off. He sleeps in bed with his sister every night. He loves to help load the washer, and dryer when doing laundry, and he loves to throw his own diaper away. He hates sitting on the kitchen counter, but loves to watch the pop corn pop in the microwave. He thinks every time some one says the word "pizza" it should be screamed with excitement while throwing your hands up in the air. He thinks that ice cubes are "bubbles" and calls them such (thanks to his sister), and gets more joy out of leaves, flowers, and airplanes in the sky then he does playing at the park. When he wants to go venture outside, he simply tells you that he wants his "shoes on". He hates leaving the house, unless he is right out front or out back. He is very sensitive to his surroundings, and can become quite emotional. He thinks its a game when it is time to change his diaper, and when ever Chase or I use the restroom, he feels the urgency to celebrate by throwing his hands up exclaiming "Yay, Mommy (or Daddy)".

Sugar and Spice, and everything nice. Just what little boys are made of!